Once Upon a Time…_Quinn and the Fauna Fairy_The Blood Moon Ball_Spring Duck Tales Festival
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Once Upon a Time…
One day I was chatting to the old guy who lives in the garden apartment below. Interesting. It turned out that he has two brothers who were authors of fairy tales. “Were their stories published?” I asked. “Sure!” he said. “And how! Their best stories made them rich. I never got any of it. I am the little piggy who got none.” He laughed. “Like in the nursery rhyme,” I said. “Exactly!” “Tell me about one of their fairy tales,” I asked. “I will. But I’ll make coffee first,” he said. “By the way my name is Elias,” he said as he went into the kitchen. “And I’m Pete!” I called, being friendly. “T...
Quinn and the Fauna Fairy
Morgan was woken by a tapping on the window. As she opened her eyes, she groaned when she realised it was still dark. This had better be an emergency. Groggily she climbed out of bed wrapping the blanket around her. Spring was around the corner but the nights were still chilly. She walked over to the window to see who it was that had disturbed her slumber. Peering out she was startled to see several forest animals, chattering amongst themselves.“What is so urgent that it cannot wait until morning?”All the animals started at once and Morgan had trouble listening. “Slow down and start again.”T...
The Blood Moon Ball
The Blood Moon Ball by Phoebedisclaimer this is a episode from a long series of books I’ve written, if it seems like it should be in the middle of a series, it should. I took a script that I had written and turned it into a short story. I wrote this and edited this and the script in one week and then I chose one to put in the contest. This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, business, events and incidents are the products of the author's imagination. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or actual events is purely coincidental.I wake up to Piper shaking me back and forth,...
Spring Duck Tales Festival
It was the day of the annual Spring Fling Festival, and Tim was running late. He had planned to arrive early, get a good spot to watch the flower parade, and participate in the egg hunt.But as he rushed out of his apartment, he realized that he had forgotten his wallet. It contained his ID, his credit cards, and a few dollars for the festival. He hesitated for a momentwww.onedoor.cc, wondering if he should go back to get it, but then decided that he didn't want to waste any more time.As he made his way to the festival, Tim felt a growing sense of anxiety. He knew that the flower parade was already underway...